Chapter 224 (1/2)

Anyway, there are a lot of descriptions and criticisms of the Ming mausoleum. It seems that those journalists are suddenly not afraid of the rights of the Ming mausoleum.

Dare to make fun of the Ming mausoleum so openly.

Seeing these photos and the reporter's description, Su wennuan suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Although she has been telling herself that she has nothing to do with Ming Ling, don't pay attention to him and don't be moved by anything about him.

However, when she saw the close relationship between him and other women, she would still feel very uncomfortable and uncontrollable.

Emotion is like this. I want to control it with reason, but those irrational emotions will always defeat reason and make me mind, sad and uncomfortable.

She didn't know what had happened and didn't want to believe the truth of the news.

After the news reported by Gu Xinyu last time, she basically didn't believe these entertainment news.

So this time, even if Ming Ling was so critical and explicit, she retained a bit of doubt. Intellectually and emotionally, she told herself not to believe the content written by the reporter.

But these pictures still suffocated her heart involuntarily.

Even if she can't believe the words made up by those reporters, she can't help believing the pictures in front of her.

If there is nothing between Ming Ling and Zhu Xiaorong, how can these pictures be so vivid and true!

Even if you can P-map, it won't be so seamless, so lifelike and real as the picture of the scene!

And those pictures have no trace of PS.

In other words, these pictures are all true.

Su wennuan sits next to the computer. The blue light on the computer sprinkles on her face, which makes her face more and more pale.

She looked at the posture of hugging Zhu Xiaorong on the computer screen, but looking back, she saw that the reporter seemed to be dissatisfied. The frowning Meiling showed his unhappiness. There was still a deep chill between his deep eyes, but even so, his hand holding Zhu Xiaorong's waist did not loosen.

Su wennuan sat like this, looking at the pictures of the computer and the eyes of Ming Ling.

The more you look, the more you feel that you are about to be sucked into his dark and cold eyes. The more you look at his familiar eyes, the more your thoughts return to the time before she and him.

He was upset that she didn't eat, so he was angry, but he would still sleep with her when he came back at night.

He will take her back to see his family. Zhao Fengxia bullies her and he will help support her.

He would also go to her house to buy gifts for her parents. Because he didn't bring money, he was going to mortgage the sky high watch with those cheap gift money.

Later, when she was tired of walking, he bent down to carry her

The soft moonlight sprinkled on their faces, and the feeling of his tenderness blowing on her face like a breeze still exists today, just like yesterday

Later, in order to buy her her her favorite flowers, he took the initiative to kiss her. The feeling of his cold and thin lips on her face is still there

But in the twinkling of an eye, those gentleness became cruel abandonment.

How beautiful the memory is, how cruel the reality is.

Su wennuan's hand next to the computer desk suddenly curled up and her chest fluctuated.

Looking at the deep and blurred eyes of Ming Ling, her heart suddenly hurt like a knife.

She suddenly reached out to close the computer, got up angrily, walked to the bed and sat down. Suddenly, a drop of water was dripping on the back of her hand.

She felt warm and moist, raised her hand and looked at it, but she saw a blur in front of her eyes.

Even the tear on the back of the hand became blurred.

She raised her hand and wiped her face, only to find that she was crying.